He clearly found it hard to believe as well.
Peng Yulan could not help but smile. "Back when we had that girl marry Shang Chaozong, she refused with all her might. Now, she must be the envy of women everywhere."
Yet Feng Lingbo looked melancholy. "Was marrying Shang Chaozong really a good thing? Shang Chaozong climbed to where he is today over the blood of my Feng Family."
At those words, Peng Yulan grew despondent. She recalled the sons and grandsons slain in that upheaval, the scene of blood relatives and in-laws slaughtering one another—something she would never forget.
But she also knew that if the Feng Family had won that struggle for power and profit back then, Shang Chaozong and his people likely would not have escaped disaster either. Her daughter would probably have become a widow.
And because the Feng Family had been so ruthless back then, they had thoroughly pushed their daughter over to Shang Chaozong's side.
Knowing what the two women were thinking, Peng Youzai asked, "Lingbo, if Southern Prefecture had truly fallen into your hands back then, would you have been confident of reaching Shang Chaozong's position today?"
Feng Lingbo fell silent for a while, then sighed. "I couldn't have!"
Peng Youzai said, "There are no outsiders here, so there's no need to speak in such veiled terms. Judging by what happened afterward, I'm afraid we might not even have been able to hold on to Southern Prefecture. When Han Kingdom and Song Kingdom attacked Yan Kingdom, Yan Kingdom was beset by troubles within and enemies without, swaying in the wind and rain, hanging by a thread. Had Shang Chaozong's Southern Prefecture forces not turned the tide, Yan Kingdom would already have perished. Where would that have left us? That battle of Shang Chaozong's could